Wearing into the book and the sickly gangster HE

Chapter 149 [015] Extra Story Snow White and the Evil Queen (15)
Early the next morning, Qidu opened his eyes.

She looked slightly tired and her eyes were red.

I cried for a long time last night, the last time I cried, after I cried, I couldn't cry anymore.

Qidu simply washed his face, cleaned his teeth, and changed into new clothes.

Grandpa Muka said last night that he hoped she could leave here.

But she didn't expect to leave so soon.

After going downstairs, a man who had never seen before was chatting with Grandpa Muka.

Qi Du frowned slightly, she didn't rush to disturb, but stood aside, watching the two quietly.

The man was wearing a felt hat, and the broken hair that was exposed was bright red, flamboyant and frivolous.

He has a handsome appearance, very good-looking, with the romantic color of a bard in his eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of pupils of different colors, half red and half black.

Although the man looks good, the clothes don't seem to match his appearance very well.

It was dressed in coarse cloth, with a long silver knife pinned to his waist, and some scattered small blades hanging from his brown boots.

Qidu looked at it for a long time, thinking that Grandpa Muka said last night that someone would come to take her away, presumably, it was this person.

The man noticed the little girl standing not far away early in the morning, and his brows and eyes turned slightly, and then landed on her.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he raised his eyebrows at the girl, "Hi, little girl."

His voice was a little frivolous, as was his expression, at first glance he looked like a merciless prodigal son.

Muka turned his head, smiled and waved, signaling Qidu to come over.

The girl pursed her lips and walked obediently in front of them.

"Hi." She said softly.

The man had a blade of grass in his mouth, he leaned over, held up Qidu's chin, looked it over carefully, and said with a smile: "It's a little beauty."

Qidu was slightly dissatisfied with the man's frivolous behavior, she frowned slightly, and moved back.

Muka knocked off the man's hand, "Pay attention to me!"

The man laughed loudly: "Don't worry my friend, I'm not hungry enough to kill a 13-year-old girl."

Of course Muka knew that a man would not, but he still reminded him of his behavior when they first met: "Not everyone can resist your enthusiasm."

The man shrugged, and instead of responding to his friend's reminder, he deepened his smile.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

Seven degrees said: "Seven degrees."

"Gone?"

"Ah."

The man stroked his chin, thinking: "This name is a bit strange, it seems to have oriental colors in it, who gave it to you?"

Qidu answered honestly: "The king's father."

King Green is a lover of oriental culture. From the books in his castle, it can be seen that there are more stories about the orient.

The man smiled and said: "Little girl Seven Degrees, Father Muka said, from now on, you will follow me, let me introduce myself—"

He straightened his clothes, took off the felt hat he had been wearing all the time, and said, "My name is Guerva Gus, and I hunt for a living. You can also call me—'Hunter'."

"Hunter?" Qidu sized him up.

The man's attire was indeed that of a hunter, but it seemed different to her.

"Yeah, an ordinary hunter."

——The demon hunter
Demon Hunter.

"Is everything packed?" Guerwa asked with a smile, "We don't have time to stay here. I'm about to go to the Marna Desert in the west. Pack it up and follow me immediately."

"So fast?" Muka said, "I thought you would stay in Tanold for two more days."

Guerwa shook his head: "If I don't hurry to Marna, I will starve to death."

"God knows how unpalatable Tanor's demons are, and the rewards are not high. Hunting a C-level demon is not as rewarding as hunting a D-level demon elsewhere." He spat out the grass in his mouth and made a sad expression.

Qidu didn't clean up, she didn't know it would be so fast.Fortunately, she didn't have many things. After a while, she walked down with a bulging backpack on her back.

Muka took out the prepared dry bread for her, squatted down, touched the girl's head, and said softly, "My child, God will bless you, and have a safe journey."

Qidu nodded, lowered her eyes slightly, pursed her lips, and then stretched out her arms to hug Muka, "Goodbye, Grandpa Muka."

She was reluctant to part with Father Muka, and spent eight years with him, he was like her own grandfather.

But had to go.

Seven Degrees wanted to cry again, but he had sworn to stop crying.

So she raised her head, trying to hold back her tears.

Guerwa laughed loudly, lifted the girl's collar, and directly pulled her away from Muka, "Don't make it look like life and death," the man said, "Let's go, little girl."

Qidu was startled, and wanted to get off the man's hand, but the man's grip was a bit tight, and she couldn't help it.

The eyeballs rolled, the lips opened and closed, and silently chanted some spells.

So there was only a "bang", and Guerwa fell to the ground!
Qidu finally rescued her collar, and angrily said to the man: "Don't just grab the girl's collar!"

Guerwa raised his head, his nose was a little red from being touched.There was a sneer on the corner of the man's mouth: "Yes, little girl, she is quite proficient in magic."

Qidu pursed his lips, walked straight ahead, and ignored him.

Guerwa became interested, and followed her, patting the dust off his body, with an interesting smile on his handsome face.

Suddenly, he took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to grab Qidu's arm, and forced her to raise her head. Those half-red and half-black pupils stared at the girl, and said with a smile, "You have an unusual smell."

The man's voice was slightly low, and Muka was not there, so his expression became scrutinized at this moment.

He opened and closed his lips, and said solemnly: "It's a rancid and pungent smell from the most filthy and lowly monsters."

"Sick rats are greedy and gluttonous. They only have food in their eyes."

Seven times a meal.

The man's eyes were filled with coldness.

He seemed to see something disgusting through himself.

Even with himself, he also suffered from his coldness.

Qidu didn't know why, but at this moment, he suddenly thought of his father whom he had never met.

When she was born, there was a plague of rats in the village, and everything she passed was turned into barrenness.

Rat, what kind of thing is that?
Like the big devil-like mouse in the village?
The man's scrutinizing expression just now disappeared with the gust of wind blowing by in the blink of an eye.

Guerwa put on that smiling and frivolous expression again, and stroked the girl's face with a smile: "You are really beautiful, you have oriental blood, no wonder King Green likes you so much."

Black eyes and black hair, said to be of blood, in fact, more like a pure oriental.

Qidu knocked off his hand vigorously, glared at him, turned around and left: "Don't touch me casually."

Her temper came up, "Otherwise, I'm going to scold people!"

"Curse people?" Guerwa's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something interesting, "I'll listen to some scolding, and see what tricks you, a little girl, can come up with!"

Qidu: "..."

So, she spoke.

　coming! !The floor stepping activity is over, please have a cutie on the floor corresponding to the activity, come and poke Xiaohai's book coins! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)